Finding My Soulmate

Bob Wants Head

I hastily ripped the telephone out of its cradle, “Hello!”

“This is Bob.  I wuz wundrin’ if you wanted to give me a blowjob.”

He eventually told me what he looked like, but when I first asked he responded as though no one had ever asked him that before; like he wasn’t prepared with the answers; who the fuck knows what was going off in this guy’s head.

I buzzed him into my building a half-hour after our seemingly forced telephone conversation ended.  He knocked on my door and I opened it to find a really hot guy standing there.

After I invited him in, I saw that he was wearing jeans, sneakers and a short-sleeved shirt over a white t-shirt, bearing the embroidered-on logo of a moving company.  Less than six-feet-tall, slightly muscular, dark hair and dark eyes.  Sexy.

“Ahhhh, you must have a day off from work,” I said with a big, friendly smile. mit

He looked at me like I was an idiot, nodded slightly and said, “You wanna suck me off?”

I licked my lips, “I certainly do, man, you are hot.”

I pulled out the couch and spread a sheet over it to catch any drippings. bei

I found out later that the fact that the guy was wearing a shirt from a moving company, in no way meant he worked there.  I was unaware then that guys dress up in various types of clothing to boost their manliness.  I was told that he may have felt that posing as a mover of heavy things, might make him appear much more masculine to me than if he wore just that white t-shirt.  You can see how fucking closeted I was at the time, no exposure to anything gay except men’s room cocks.

The moment I took Bob’s dick in my mouth, he started to grow and stopped at about the seven-inch mark.  Medium thick, delicious taste.  He was moaning and rubbing my head.

“You like Poppers?” he asked.

“Fuck yes.”  I had heard of poppers but didn’t know if it was liquid or something you shoved up your ass to get high.  No fucking idea but I was agreeing like I knew what the fuck I was getting myself into.

Bob, grabbed his jeans and retrieved a small brown bottle.  He unscrewed the cap, sniffed under each nostril and handed the bottle to me.  I blocked a nostril and snorted under the open one and reversed the procedure.

Fuck me!  I had never before experienced such a sensation, never been so horny throughout my body.  Extreme horniness.  I immediately rammed Bob’s hard cock into my mouth and pushed my head down as hard as possible, trying to get that big dick to come out the back of my head.  That’s the only way I can describe it.

I was sucking as hard as I could, grunting, whining, whimpering, both hands on his ass cheeks, pulling him to me trying to get his cock deeper. Keeping his dick down my throat, Bob flipped me onto my back and throat fucked me just like I needed.  I was rolling my body from side-to-side, scratching Bob’s back with my fingernails, gurgling, sucking, trying to eat more dick than there was.

Bob, throat fucked me for about 10 minutes, rammed deep, pulled back and shot a huge load but I didn’t waste a single drop.  I gulped that thick, warm, sweetness down as fast as he could give it to me.

Bob rolled over on his back and breathlessly said, “Fuck, I haven’t had head like that for a long, long time.  Thanks, man.”

We lay there in silence for a few minutes.  And, since Bob’s dick was just as hard as when we started, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked slowly. 

“I think I can give you another load if you’re not too worn out.”

“You are a hot guy and I will always be ready to service your cock.”

“OK, but you wore me out, so you’ll have to do all the work this time.”

I spread Bob’s legs apart and got on my knees between his sexy legs.  Thick thighs and nice calf muscles, all covered by a light sprinkling of dark, short, curly hairs.  What a beautiful, masculine, sexy man.

Bob handed me the small, brown bottle. “Take some poppers to get you all wound up again.  Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy the shit out of this.  No work.  All pleasure.”

“You lazy, sexy fuck,” I joked.

I sniffed the poppers and got that extreme horny feeling again.  I dove down like an eagle after its prey.  I opened wide and engulfed that precious, hard stick of masculinity and serviced it like it truly deserved. 

Tongue licking the shaft up and down.  Saliva drooling out of my mouth and running down Bob’s fuck stick.  My head bobbing like a steam engine piston.  Moaning and groaning, his up strokes meeting my down strokes as he rammed his tool into my throat.  Abs heaving a little as the gag reflex tried to kick in but I stopped it every time and continued my assault on Bob’s manhood.

I had his balls in my hand.  Massaging.  Pulling gently. I joined my thumb and index finger forming an O-ring around his nut sac; tightened the ring and pulled down, increasing the pressure slowly.  As the pressure grew, Bob’s dick continued to harden.  The throbbing started and I pulled my finger-O-ring down hard, preventing his nuts from crawling up inside his body. The skin covering his balls was stretched paper-thin by this point. 

Bob was cursing, writhing, holding my head in his hands, pushing his hips up off the bed, trying to fuck my face.  When he raised his hips I pulled down adjusting the pressure on his nuts. His cock continued throbbing as though the orgasm was continuing but no cum ejaculated into my mouth.

Bob was praising the Lord and cursing Him.  He tried to push my head off his cock but I kept working.  This boy was gonna get some post orgasmic torture. 

He was whimpering and pleading, “Stop, please stop.”  Every time he moved, I pulled on his nuts.  He sounded like he was beginning to cry, so I stopped and gradually let his ball sac retract a little.

I tapped him lightly, he lifted his head and watched as I let his load slide between my lips and run down onto his cock and balls.

“You fucking slut.”

I laughed and then made loud slurping noises as I vacuumed up his cum, sucking his balls into my mouth, pulling and causing Bob to wince.

“Too much,” I asked.

“Man, I fucking loved it.  So hot, you made me sweat a lot. I want to do this again soon.”

“Just give me a call.  I am off work on Fridays and Saturdays.”

Bob handed me the poppers. “You can keep these.”

He slowly dressed, smiling every time he looked at me.

We thanked each other and hugged a couple of times and he said he would give me a call.

Bob phoned me a week later and asked if he could come over.  I told him I had visitors coming in two hours but that would give us time.  I guess he got spooked because he didn’t show up and he never called again. 

I thought back on Bob’s visit and remembered what a hot time we had and was a little sad that he didn’t call again.  Bob didn’t touch anything except my head.  He avoided getting too close to my lips.  I think he was straight and maybe had a wife or girlfriend. 

I actually did see Bob later when I was driving in my car.  He passed me on my right but didn’t see me. We both stopped at a traffic light but his truck was one car-link ahead of me so that I couldn’t see him to wave.

Sitting at the red light, I realized I was massaging my crotch, remembering the hot time Bob and I spent together.

To be continued